Reality.

This sums up how I feel most days.

Reality.

Reality,
All it brings is pain
Hell, No one even knows my name.
So why even try?
All I do is cry.
And in the end we all die.
Pain
Its not those cuts on your wrist,
And all it takes in one twist.
To make your life a living hell.
And I hear the cries.
Of those who feel dead inside.
Its too much.
Its so loud.
Its like a glass bottle,
in my head.
All it takes is one more scream.
And it bursts.

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[pink elephant]

Well said I can relate great poem